So entranced by our looks
And our textbooks
And screens
We ignore many wonders
And become machines
Why miss the colours of the skies we are under?
And the sounds that pass us by?
If we just pay attention
To all the small mentions
We'll surely be thanked by our eyes
YOU ARE READING
Words for the lonely
PoesíaPoems written by a weirdo with issues! These don't always make sense but it's my art. Enjoy!
